"Don't leave." I cried clinging on to Keshion.
"I'm coming back for you Kaelyn. When I get my shit together. Believe that." He told me.
"Promise me." I said.
"I promise. Keep your head up sis. It will be a year at most." He promised. I nodded and...
"Stay strong lil sis." He whispered wiping the tears from my eyes.
He was 19, and I was barely 16. Our mom was in the streets somewhere too strung out to remember she even had kids, and we had just lost our dad to the streets too. Drugs had nothing to do with that though.
He was trying to do better, and give us the life he never had. They didn't wanna see that happen though. He was shot one day. No explanation. No witnesses. No justice.
"Don't leave." I cried clinging on to Keshion.
"I'm coming back for you Kaelyn. When I get my shit together. Believe that." He told me.
"Promise me." I said.
"I promise. Keep your head up sis. It will be a year at most." He promised. I nodded and let him wipe the rest of my tears.
I held my head up following the case worker into the child services.
My brother will make it out of the hood, and he's coming back for me.
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